“Are you even listening to me? Hello?” A punch, a kick, push me against the glass, watch my palms bleed for the world to have a taste. Sour, isn’t it?
“Why are you so stupid?” The poison drips down your throat, possessed by ill friendly devils whose eyes glow like rubies delivered by a venomous snake.
“Do you remember how he wanted to leave you at the hospital?” Oh, but he almost did, darling, until he was caught.
“You’re hideous. Look at you.” Please, stop...
“Why can’t you just die? You’re only a burden on me. I was so pretty when I was young. Look what you did to me.” Please...
“Die, die, die, die, die, die.” I want to...
“There is the knife.” I wish there was, but the only knife I see is your words.
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
